Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: The Pride of an S-Tier Alpha

Guron Grefo did not flinch, though the force of his son’s roaring refusal caused the ancient window panes of the library to hum dangerously in their iron frames. The older Alpha anchored his shoes to the polished floorboards, his face twisting into a mask of cold, unyielding authority as he absorbed the shockwave of Dorrent’s S-tier fury.

"Why are you so eager to say no to me, Dorrent?" Guron demanded. He took an imposing step forward, his eyes narrowing into twin slits of irritation. "You react as if I am asking you to surrender your corporate title rather than secure the very foundation of this family’s empire. Give me a logical reason for this defiance."

Dorrent’s broad chest heaved beneath his tailored shirt, his knuckles whitening as he fought to keep his primal combat instincts from completely decimating the library. He turned his head, his silver eyes flashing with a dangerous crimson light.

"Because doing that right now will be actively risking the secret being found, Father!" Dorrent snarled, his voice a low vibration that carried a heavy weight of suppressed panic. He paced the floorboards like a caged predator, his shoes striking the wood with a hard, rhythmic snap. "You are looking at this from a purely financial perspective, completely blind to the biological reality. Marking Joanne right now, while my system is still completely dead to her frequency, will force me to get married to her in the immediate future. The public eye will be locked onto us, the media will be tracking our every breath, and the expectations will be absolute."

Guron let out a low scoff, completely dismissive of his son’s hesitation. "And that is exactly what is better, isn’t it, Dorrent? Isn’t that precisely what is most important here? The official union of Gammar Technology and their company ensures our supremacy over the upper districts for the next three generations. Everything else is a minor variable."

"A minor variable?!" Dorrent fired right back, stopping dead in his tracks and turning his massive torso to face his father. He leaned down, his winter-frost pheromones exploding into the space between them, thick with an aggressive, defensive edge. "Let’s speak about the variable you refuse to acknowledge, Sir. In case I don’t get cured by that slum rat... in case her specialized herbs fails entirely and my impotence continues forever... what do you think will happen the moment Joanne is legally marked as my mate?"

Dorrent’s jaw clenched so tightly that a muscle twitched against his cheek, his voice dropping into a whisper that exposed the deepest wound to his S-tier pride. "I won’t be able to hide the truth from her for a single week, Father. We will be forced by tradition to share a bed every single night. She will be sitting in that bedroom, expecting me to drive my body into hers. She will be expecting her Alpha husband to fuck her, to claim her biology, and to maybe give her some babies to secure the lineage and her pride. And when I fail day after day... when my manhood remains completely limp and unresponsive to her... I will only cause her an absolute, unmanageable heartbreak. She will realize her husband is nothing but a broken shell."

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